“Raaahhhhhhhrrrrrr!” Thalia growled. “That kitten was no easy draw. And — Wow! It’s the best version of a feline Drawist has managed so far — Yah?” “Yes.” Nia massaged her jawline, neck, and trapezius with forceful fingers. Calliope took hold of Nia’s hands and ran her fingertips across tense palms. The Muse of Harmony imagined a sun-kissed, jumbo-sized scoop of vanilla atop a sugar cone… drip, drip, drip. “Hmmmm… sometimes we push, sometimes we pull… and sometimes what’s needed is a nap.”
I just love your process Gail 👌
T-shirt: "It's not an empty nest until they get all their stuff out of the basement" 😁
Or attic, as appropriate. I was still getting boxes of my abandoned stuff addressed to me into my 40s, despite my assertion to my father than "anything still in your house is junk at this point." He didn't want to get blamed for "something important" vanishing. (And yes, many of those boxes are now in our basement, but the POINT is...)
EXCELLENT kitty-cat! Napping and dreaming...
“Let go of attachment to outcomes” a wise friend once told me. Your post reminds me of a previous conversation on 3mm on whether you can control what the reader takes away from your words. You always write with your heart. Focus on that, courage. Telling your story with all your heart not tailoring it to fit some message you are imagining that the reader needs to hear.
“What happens when we stop chasing?
Does the cat come to us for an ear scratch?”
Fun prose… ImagiNATION! 👇🏼👇🏼👇🏼
“The Muse of Harmony imagined a sun-kissed, jumbo-sized scoop of vanilla atop a sugar cone… drip, drip, drip.”
Excellent descriptors: “sun-kissed, jumbo-sized” scoop…
What a great process! Have you seen the completed “c” book in your minds eye?
If you have, just know that sometimes The Universe is playing catch-up…
“I let the universe catch up with my dreams!”